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Authors: Cathryn Fox
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door creaked, and he looked up, expecting to see Eloise. When he spotted Rebecca standing there in one of his robes his heart missed a beat. Her gaze left his and went to the collar in the box. He quickly closed it. Shit, how much of their conversation had she overheard?
He crossed the room to her and that’s when he noticed the glazed look in her eyes. He waved his hand in front of her face. “Rebecca,” he said.
“What?” she asked, her gaze moving over his face.
“Where’d you go?”
She blinked and squared her shoulders. “I have to go,” she said. “I need to go home and get ready for work.”
“It’s Saturday.”
She gave him a forced smile. “I’m a workaholic, remember.”
Quinn looked at the clock. “Okay,” he whispered, taking her hand in his and leading her back to the bedroom. “Let’s get dressed. But before I drop you off at home, there is somewhere I’d like to take you.” He cupped her face and looked deep into her eyes. What he was about to do next would either solidify their relationship or rip it wide open. But no matter what happened to them, he had to do this—for her.
Chapter Seven
Rebecca sat in the vehicle beside Quinn and kept glancing his way. She took in his strong profile as he maneuvered his sports car through the early morning weekend traffic. He kept his focus on the road straight ahead. Was he avoiding direct eye contact with her on purpose? Perhaps he was worried about what she’d overheard in his den.
Her mind returned to the conversation between him and his brother, and the beautiful diamond-studded collar he’d had made for her. Her heart tightened because she knew what that collar represented—complete physical and mental surrender.
That idea squeezed the air from her lungs and told her one thing. Today, after he dropped her off, she was going to end it with him, no matter how hard it would be to not have him in her life. He deserved a woman who could give him all parts of herself, and she couldn’t do that.
She glanced out the window and an uneasy feeling gripped her when he started into the neighborhood she was far too familiar with. Surely to God he wasn’t…
He rounded the corner and reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Quinn?” She sat up a little straighter in her seat, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. “Where are we going?”
“Almost there,” he said, shooting her a quick look. The car slowed outside Dorothy Kean’s home, and her gaze locked with his. Fight or flight instincts kicked in and urged her to flee, to get as far away from the place as possible.
She pulled her hand from his. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She gripped her forehead, pushing her hair from her face as she tried to wrap her brain around this unexpected turn of events. Quinn reached for her hand again and she snatched it back, anger coming sure and swift. “You shouldn’t have brought me here. Take me home right now.”
“Rebecca,” he said, his voice soft. “Just hear me out.”
The car seemed to be closing in on her, choking the last of the air from her lungs. She could feel Quinn’s eyes assessing her. She turned from him and glanced at the house. A gasp caught in her throat when she saw Dorothy exiting the front door and making her way down the weed-infested walkway. She walked down the cracked and pitted sidewalk with a cane, hobbling past the car without noticing Rebecca inside. Rebecca’s stomach twisted and she gripped the dash to steady herself.
“She can’t hurt you anymore,” Quinn said quietly. “Look at her, she’s nothing but a lonely old lady lost in her own misery.”
“How…how do you know her?”
“I paid her a visit.”
“You did? Why?”
“I wanted to try to figure out what happened to you.”
He had no right to do this. Panic gripped her. “She knows who you are?”
“No. I made up a story about a neighborhood watch program.”
The hem of Dorothy’s
He crossed the room to her and that’s when he noticed the glazed look in her eyes. He waved his hand in front of her face. “Rebecca,” he said.
“What?” she asked, her gaze moving over his face.
“Where’d you go?”
She blinked and squared her shoulders. “I have to go,” she said. “I need to go home and get ready for work.”
“It’s Saturday.”
She gave him a forced smile. “I’m a workaholic, remember.”
Quinn looked at the clock. “Okay,” he whispered, taking her hand in his and leading her back to the bedroom. “Let’s get dressed. But before I drop you off at home, there is somewhere I’d like to take you.” He cupped her face and looked deep into her eyes. What he was about to do next would either solidify their relationship or rip it wide open. But no matter what happened to them, he had to do this—for her.
Chapter Seven
Rebecca sat in the vehicle beside Quinn and kept glancing his way. She took in his strong profile as he maneuvered his sports car through the early morning weekend traffic. He kept his focus on the road straight ahead. Was he avoiding direct eye contact with her on purpose? Perhaps he was worried about what she’d overheard in his den.
Her mind returned to the conversation between him and his brother, and the beautiful diamond-studded collar he’d had made for her. Her heart tightened because she knew what that collar represented—complete physical and mental surrender.
That idea squeezed the air from her lungs and told her one thing. Today, after he dropped her off, she was going to end it with him, no matter how hard it would be to not have him in her life. He deserved a woman who could give him all parts of herself, and she couldn’t do that.
She glanced out the window and an uneasy feeling gripped her when he started into the neighborhood she was far too familiar with. Surely to God he wasn’t…
He rounded the corner and reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Quinn?” She sat up a little straighter in her seat, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. “Where are we going?”
“Almost there,” he said, shooting her a quick look. The car slowed outside Dorothy Kean’s home, and her gaze locked with his. Fight or flight instincts kicked in and urged her to flee, to get as far away from the place as possible.
She pulled her hand from his. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She gripped her forehead, pushing her hair from her face as she tried to wrap her brain around this unexpected turn of events. Quinn reached for her hand again and she snatched it back, anger coming sure and swift. “You shouldn’t have brought me here. Take me home right now.”
“Rebecca,” he said, his voice soft. “Just hear me out.”
The car seemed to be closing in on her, choking the last of the air from her lungs. She could feel Quinn’s eyes assessing her. She turned from him and glanced at the house. A gasp caught in her throat when she saw Dorothy exiting the front door and making her way down the weed-infested walkway. She walked down the cracked and pitted sidewalk with a cane, hobbling past the car without noticing Rebecca inside. Rebecca’s stomach twisted and she gripped the dash to steady herself.
“She can’t hurt you anymore,” Quinn said quietly. “Look at her, she’s nothing but a lonely old lady lost in her own misery.”
“How…how do you know her?”
“I paid her a visit.”
“You did? Why?”
“I wanted to try to figure out what happened to you.”
He had no right to do this. Panic gripped her. “She knows who you are?”
“No. I made up a story about a neighborhood watch program.”
The hem of Dorothy’s
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